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 Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 4:33 pm
 Wolf Hunter was tracking a large sounder of boars. While he did not have any companions with him, he hunted with the power of a pack behind his hooves and a family behind his heart. He was still quite a ways behind the boars, tracking them by the disturbances their hooves created. Walking quiet, but purposeful, he did not rush the situation. Patience was worth more than strength when hunting a group. He had to separate one of the boar's from its group and strike then without gaining the retribution of the rest of the boars. It would be easy to take a child or the old and weak, but a child was the future of the boars, and the old not good for eating, so he would choose amongst the able.
Though that made hunting more difficult, that was his way. He was not, by nature, necessarily solitary, but he did choose his companions carefully. Raised with wolves, he viewed packs as both necessary and comfortable, one day hoping to find a wolf or a few of his own though his father did always distrust them. He knew his father cared, even though the name he now carried, Wolf Hunter, had been meant as an insult. It did not sting for he understood that he and his father simply viewed the world differently. It did not change that they were family.
And so there he was, hunting alone, tracking his prey through the Swamp, home of his heart, the place that his parents had come to from their snowy homeland.
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 5:09 pm
Many days had fallen away with less and less to show since the fateful day Unity had earned her name. When her herd of younglings met the safety that was the swamp, she continued to lead them. She organized watches by night and hunting parties by day and steadily, they moved deeper into the bog that was their new home. One by one, the foals fell away to the families they had been seperated from. Some grew up, as she did, and left of their own accord to find their place in this new world. Now she was alone for the first time in her life. What would she do? What ever she must, of course. And so, as the sun rose and fell above her, sweating her out of her heavy winter coat, she relearned the basics. Scavenging, hunting, even walking was made difficult by her heavy hooves and the sucking mud and tangled undergrowth that tripped them. By now, she had greatly improved. Near silent, but not quite, she skulked her way down the path, noting disturbances in the muck and the growth around her. She was tracking, or doing her best to at least, a herd of some smaller hooved animal, hoping to get a meal before sun down.
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 5:19 pm
Having lived near the Swamp his entire life, though he had been born in the snow, Wolf Hunter had little trouble amongst the dense undergrowth that flourished in the warm, humid land. Accounting for mud and avoiding the deeper bogs had become second nature, and the hunt that had given him his name had been quite distinctly that of the Swamp. That gave him an advantage perhaps, but even so, he recognized the value of working with others. He was naturally inclined to finding others and working with them, even if only for a short period of time. His more permanent companions were rare, but incredibly trusted.
It was for that reason that when he came upon a doe that looked like a bleeding soon, spotting her from the side as she followed the tracks directly rather than from the side like he, he called out. His voice was pitched low, soft, but only meant to carry as far as the doe and not beyond to alert their prey. "Well met. I take it that you are tracking the same prey that I am?"
His voice was cool, composed, and some might say a bit aloof, but there was nothing severe about his stance or unforgiving in his eyes, just a certain sort of poise that translated itself into elegance as he continued to move, unwilling to let conversation halt the hunt.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 12:58 pm
The sudden voice stopped her in her tracks, her ears shooting upward and her eyes darting to find the source. There, a few paces away, stood a buck, a Totoma just as she, pale and earthy. But it wasn't until she read his eyes and saw no danger that her returned the greeting and continuing forward steadily. "It would seem so, yes. Though, I am afraid I could not tell you what it is exactly." She frowned, lowering her eyes to the prints, "The mud is harder to read than snow." Amorpheous OMG that took forever, I am SO sorry! Dx
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 1:58 pm
"Boars," he answered simply. It wasn't dismissive, but it wasn't inviting either. He did not think affection or friendliness necessary during the hunt, and certainly not with a stranger. He did not push her away though for it was in his nature to hunt in a pack. A Totoma alone could surely take down a boar, even two and three if one was a extremely lucky, but with a partner, they could fell a feast. "If I may offer some advice, I would move away from the trail they have trampled."
His eyes were both before him and towards her, angled at the tracks, "It is easier to predict their turns from the side and when the time comes to strike, easier still to take them down if their natural escape is not the same direction that they are already in. From the side, they must scatter, from behind, they only have to flee as one."Blinded by Silence Don't worry about it! I'll be starting our Starburst/Waltz rp once I'm done with finals!
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 2:13 pm
She gave a nod in response and stepped off the trail and to the side, opposite of the buck. Unity was a leader at heart, but a smart kin knew when to take advice, especially when you know little of your surrounding. She spoke low, and tried to match his pace. "Forgive me my bumblings, this is not my usual prey."
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 2:58 pm
He shook his head at her apology. To him, so long as she could accept advice and was not unnecessarily hostile, and especially if she had not ruined the hunt, she had done nothing yet to warrant an apology.
His eyes flickered to her hooves and they way she walked. Too heavy. She fought against the Swamp when she could be working with it. "And I take it not your usually hunting grounds either."
There was no mocking or malice to his voice, no reproach or disgust. He merely said it like the fact he knew it was.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 3:43 pm
Her ears twitched down slightly and she attempted to step more softly, carefully. She was hungry and the last thing she wanted to do was scare off these boars. Or the buck for that matter. It was nice not having to hunt alone. "Is it truly so obvious?" She chuckled quietly at herself, "No, it is not. I hail from the top of the Grey Mountain, the western side. I have not yet been here a moon, though I have traveled for many."
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:24 pm
He veered slightly towards her, the particular angle of the undergrowth being trampled telling him which way he should move. It did not require his absolute full concentration to track for he had been doing it so long. He shook his head again. This time at her question. "I am a hunter. I have to notice these things."
"I've never been up in the mountains. I was born in the snow of the Swamp during the particular cold that came with the arrival of the first Totoma."
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 12:29 pm
She gave a nod of acknowledgement, it was that same movement that had brought her parents and the rest of the adults of her clan down the mountain side. "Hunting is different there, though I was still small and just learning when we left. The snow muffles your steps, there is no fear of snapping twigs and sucking mud to give away your position," She said softly, "And prey was rarely in a group like this, and I was rarely alone." She followed the buck, trying her best to match him move for move, her eyes flitting from him back to the trail.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 12:06 pm
Wolf Hunter nodded minutely in acknowledgement of his words. He could understand how the Swamp might prove a challenge to one who had learned to hunt in the snow. While he held this conversation and his thoughts wandered, he barely had to spare any thought to what his body was doing; brush and mud was not a challenge to him because it was all he had ever known. His concentration was only needed when his prey came into sight and he needed to attack, or if anything usual showed in the tracks.
"The snow is foreign to me so I imagine that it would challenge my Swamp-hooves to hunt where you are comfortable," he responded easily. "Snow crunches in the way mud cannot and while mud certainly likes to capture hooves, I have youthful memories of sinking into snow. One step easy, the next step into whiteness."
"You'll find that boar tend to travel in groups and some birds too. Though plenty of prey are content in their solitude." He nodded at the tracks, moving forward steadily, "Groups mean you get your choice of prey."
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